Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"What's wrong, Ron?"

Harry saw what his good friend seemed to want to say, but he couldn’t make a sound when he opened his mouth a few times. He couldn’t help but ask.

"Well, actually, that day--" Ron tangled, but halfway through but could not say anything.

To be honest, Ron is still a boy who values ​​friendship, and Marx is really a friend who is not worth much but worth paying for.

After all, it’s really enough to be able to copy homework for him! He didn't want to doubt Marx at all.

Although he did see the back of Marx leaving that corner on that day. It’s only a moment, but Marx’s robes, which are always hidden with a lot of things, are too familiar. It’s impossible to admit mistakes.

"...no, nothing. I just think that they can believe anything! I will doubt you, Harry." Ron paused, a boring tone.

The crowd gradually became sparse, and they finally managed to climb the stairs effortlessly.

“Do you really think there is a Chamber of Secrets?” Ron turned his head and asked Hermione.

"I don't know," she said, frowning. "Dumbledore can't cure Mrs. Norris, which reminds me that the guy who attacked it is probably not -- oh -- not human."

As they said, they walked across the corner and found the corridor where the attack occurred.

Immediately, they saw about twenty spiders crawling on the window sill, seemingly eager to drill out of a small slit in the glass. A long silver wire hangs down like a rope, and it seems that they have hurriedly climbed through the wire and fled to the window.

Ron was shocked and he always hated spiders, especially as they crawled quickly.

Hermione giggled.

"What's so funny," Ron said angrily. "You know, when I was three years old, Fred De turned my teddy bear into an ugly one because I broke his toy broom. Big spider! If you have had such an experience, I won't like them. If you are holding your teddy bear, suddenly it has many legs, and..."

He had a cold war and couldn’t say it, and Hermione was obviously still holding back.

Harry thought they would better not talk about this topic, busy started talking: "Remember the water on the ground at that time? Where did it come from? Someone dragged the floor."

They walked over and looked at the ground, and looked at the door next to them.

"Can't go in," Ron's hand was burned by the door handle. "It's a girl's washroom."

"Oh, Ron, there won't be anyone inside," Hermione said. She stood up straight and walked over. "This is the site of Moaning Myrtle. Come on, let's go in and see."

She ignored the big sign that said "fault" and pushed the door open.

Myrtle is a ghost and it's not very popular. She is not very tempered, always hiding in this bathroom to cry, but also poured cold water on the girls who accidentally entered.

But in general, it is only because of the inexplicable inferiority.

Harry went in and asked a few words, but Myrtle obviously didn't want to talk more. After the stopped answer, she slid into the toilet and splashed the water.

Unfortunately, they just quit from the girls' bathroom, but they bumped into Ron's big brother Percy.

Unlike Ron, Percy has excellent academic performance and always likes to show off his Prefect badge to his brother. In school, he is always serious - he thinks he should not read the affair.

For example, he deducted Gryffindor 5 points.

In the common room that evening, Harry, Ron, and Hermione tried to stay away from Percy. Ron's mood has been very bad recently, and he always spills ink on paper when doing magic class homework.

When he absently took out the konjac and tried to remove the stains, he unexpectedly lit the parchment. Ron was so angry that he also picked up the flame and slammed "The Standard Book of Spells · Level 2".

To the surprise of Harry, Hermione also forced the book closed.

"But who is this?" she whispered. "Who wants to drive people from Squib and muggle to Hogwarts?"

"Maybe Malfoy!" Ron said casually.

He lowered his head and made people look down on his eyes. Hermione looked at him, although some of his face was suspicious, but there was some faint approval in his heart.

"You mean -"

"Of course it is him!" Ron said more and more, suddenly raised his head and looked towards Hermione. "You heard what he said, 'The next one is you, mudblood!'. Actually, you just have to look at his ugly one. The mouse face knows that he is --"

When I heard this, Harry also closed the book.

"Look at their family! Their family is in Slytherin. He often shows this to people. They are probably descendants of Slytherin. His father is evil enough..."

"They may have taken the Key of Chamber of Secrets and took it for centuries!" Seeing Harry also echoed, Ron blinked a bit, but his tone became more and more firm. "One generation goes down, father sends it to his son... ”

“Yeah,” Hermione said cautiously. “I think this is possible...”

"So how do we prove it?" Harry said pessimistically.

"Maybe there is a way," Hermione said slowly, hurriedly glanced at Percy in the room and put the sound down. "Of course, it's not easy to do, it's dangerous, it's very dangerous! We're all about Violation of 50 school rules."

"Come on! What is it?" Ron asked impatiently.

"Well, it's fine to tell you now," Hermione said calmly. "The only thing we need to do is to enter Slytherin's common room, ask Malfoy a few questions, and not let him recognize us."

"This is impossible," Harry said, and Ron also showed a boring expression.

“No, it’s possible,” Hermione said. “We only need some Polyjuice Potion.”

"What is that?" Ron and Harry asked in unison.

“A few weeks ago, Snape mentioned it in class—”

Hermione said, hesitating, and continued: "Before that, in the last semester... I saw it in Marx's potion handbook..."

Her voice was getting smaller and smaller, and it was almost inaudible at the end.

"Oh, Marx..." Ron repeated it, but didn't say anything again.

Harry cautiously said: "Really... I mean, don't you ask Marx? If you don't say Chamber of Secrets, just say this - um - Polyjuice Potion, it should be better to ask Marx. ?"

He waited for a while, seeing that both of them were silent all the time, and the color of doubt on his face was even worse.

"You... what happened to Marx?" Harry couldn't help but went straight to the local question.

"No, nothing, I just think... Marx is a bit too lonely recently..." Ron hesitated.

Hermione grinned and looked at Ron and yelled, "Harry, don't ask. Polyjuice Potion, tomorrow I will go to Marx and ask..."

In the next few days, Hermione never found an opportunity – she rarely even saw the silhouette of Marx.

In the end, they had to go to Lockhart for a signature note to the Restricted Section borrowing book - in fact, Lockhart would like to sign his name anywhere.

"So, Harry," Lockeart said as Hermione clung up the note and put it in her bag. "Tomorrow is the first Quidditch match of the season? Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, isn't it?" ”

"I heard that you performed very well in training - I was also Seeker. They wanted me to run for the national team, but I would rather use my life's energy to eliminate the black forces... But if you feel that you need to open a small stove, Despite coming to me, I am always willing to pass on my experience to players who are not very capable!"

Harry snorted in his throat and hurriedly followed Ron and Hermione.

"I can't believe it," when they carefully studied the signature on the note, Harry said, "He didn't even see what book we wanted!"

"Because he is an idiot with no brains," Ron said. "Take him! Anyway, what we want is already in hand."

"He's not an idiot with no brains." Hermione frowned as they ran to the library.

If there is no Marx, Hermione's attitude at this time is more than that, perhaps more fanatical. After all, she is one of the anchors of Lockhart. But now, she really has no time to manage that many, just say one sentence is no problem.

I have more troubles recently!

Soon, they ran to the library and borrowed a book called "Moste Potente Potions," and then rushed to the maidry room of Myrtle.

……

At 11 o'clock on Saturday, Gryffindor and Slytherin's Quiddich race began.

At this point, Marx was sitting on the viewing table. He didn't want to come, but Luna seemed to be very interested in Quiddich - she just pulled Marx and came to the Ravenclaw viewing table.

He looked at Luna's eager look, and he had no emotion left in his heart, but inexplicably felt that it would be nice to accompany her once.

It was a hot and humid weather, and there was a thunder in the air, which made everyone feel that it would definitely rain for a while.

It didn't take long for the game to start.

Malfoy straddles underneath Harry's new Nimbus 2001, seemingly to show off the speed of the broom.

Not long after, a heavy black bludger suddenly directed towards him Accio!

Harry barely escaped by a few milliseconds. He even felt his hair twitching when the ball flew over.

Marx took out wand and pointed at his own eyes, whispering a few words. Suddenly, the angle of view was quickly zoomed in and he clearly saw what Harry was facing at the time.

"Yes... that house elf?" Marx secretly thought.